Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Sixth Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.